Hey, boy you never had much gameThought I needed to upgradeSo I went and walked away way wayNow, I see you’ve been hanging outWith that other girl in townLooking like a pair of clowns clowns clowns

Remember all the things that you and I did first?And now you’re doing them with herRemember all the things that you and I did first?You got me, got me like thisAnd now you’re taking her to every restaurantAnd everywhere we went, come on!And now you’re taking her to every restaurantYou got me, got me like this

Boy you can say anything you wantI don’t give a shh, no one else can have yaI want you backI want you backWa-want you, want you backI broke it off thinking you’d be cryin’Now I feel like shh looking at you flyin’I want you backI want you backWa-want you, want you back

Please, this ain’t even jealousyShe ain’t got a thing on meTryin’ to rock them ugly jeans jeans jeansYou clearly didn’t think this throughIf what I’ve been told is trueYou’ll be crawling back like boo hoo hoo

Remember all the things that you and I did first?And now you’re doing them with herRemember all the things that you and I did first?You got me, got me like thisAnd now you’re taking her to every restaurantAnd everywhere we went, come on!And now you’re taking her to every restaurantYou got me, got me like this

Boy you can say anything you wantI don’t give a shh, no one else can have yaI want you backI want you backWa-want you, want you backI broke it off thinking you’d be cryin’Now I feel like shh looking at you flyin’I want you backI want you backWa-want you, want you back

Ohhh, I thought you’d still be mineWhen I kissed you goodbye uh oh uh ohOhhh, and you might be with herBut I still had you first uh oh uh oh

Let’s go! astro!We used to be, but now there’s a separation between you and meBaby I’m moving on to another girl that understands me moreDated her in front your place so you can see it allI remember the times, when we used to bondBut I never realized that you wanted to be mineSo I gave her the ring, instead of you, nickname tooI can tell you’re upset, because it ain’t youMet a new girl, and I gave her my heartNot noticing that you wanted me from the very startYou want me back?We can just be friends, don’t try to sting all over again

Remember all the things that you and I did first?And now you’re doing them with herRemember all the things that you and I did first?You got me, got me like this!

Boy you can say anything you wantI don’t give a shh, no one else can have yaI want you backI want you backWa-want you, want you backI broke it off thinking you’d be cryin’Now I feel like shh looking at you flyin’I want you backI want you backWa-want you, want you back (Let me know)

Stay fresh, you can smell it on mePeople the way I dress.. you ain’t got this homieVan Assche’s up on my feetSome monster beats and they made by meI’m all about itCan’t talk about itTell C. Lotti go and get that feat

They all struck when they see meGot em going crazy like Stevie not JosellineBut got lotes of themAnd I stay with a couple of Rih RihsAnd I ain’t talking retartedBut yeah that body retartedSaid she knows I’m 17And she can’t wait till I get startedAnd that ain’t even what I’m tripping off4th tour that I’m kicking offNeed rest after this jet lag andThese fresh tags that I’m ripping offI rip em off!I rip em off!

Cats out here with alotta fearThey looking hard, but they spitting softShout out to the homies showing us love in the D.Had the line around the corner in the hood at ShantiniqueYou see Diggy out in Philly, so shout out my homie MeekHad him come out out my show before he signed to MMGSee, I’ll tell you what you wanna knowI just seen the homie, ColeHe say he ain’t doing nothing to herHey, I let it goYou know that I’m smart enough not to get all swallowed upBy the crazy gossipers tryna make it popular

No amateurSEE. You ain’t gonna catch me slipping on that camera: CHEESEAin’t feeling none of these young boysI’m no SanduskySlow flow for my stamina: BREATHEHaha… y’all keep talking ’bout my first weekIunno why y’all botheredSold out every show this year, cheapest seat 10 dollarsNow, times that by 3 thouTimes that by like 18And I ain’t even 18, so what you look like hating me?I’m made to be majorly and creatively ableBecause the greatest enabled me when he came out in ’83And so basically, haters be mostly made up of fakeryNot as mad as they say to beWhen they see me, theyre neighborly

Like STOP!We ain’t caring when you popWe ain’t caring when you drop!We ain’t grinning, we just grindingSteady winning.Better let that just…BURN!Let that just…BURN!Let that just…BURN!Let that just…BURN!Yeah, I’m out here getting money, homie,I ain’t even 20, and I don’t owe my soul in returnBetter let that just… BURN!

Word, that shit sound good niggaHeh, musicMoney on my mind, fuck the bullshit

My security is a foreclipNiggas talkig slick, but they hard to tryWanna impress me, send the enemy to the skyI’m tired of all these corny ass rappersSo called trappers, telling their story backwardsTalking all that white shit, you ain’t never happyPosts office visits only time you stamp the packageShame on me for yet to have an album and a rapperBut nigga shame on you for every album getting wackerAin’t you a dick writer, switch siderCertified click-hopper still getting naddaNiggas kept fighting with the team on that sneak shitMaking diss records but keeping the secretsThrowing darts like a bitch instead of bombing like a warriorJust let me know where some pussy in all of ya

Sucker ass nigga, never moved a brickYou owe front and ass niggaWhat happened to them chainsSomething bout that nigga use a pee-onPissed off cause we onGetting their presidents and ain’t no plee-onsBut I heard your man talking to the people niggaI heard a couple states got killed just tryin’ to see you niggaCut the bullshit, you came from a great homeNever missed a mill, and ain’t no city that is real, noIf you really had that work like you said doWhen the empire fell, they woulda came to get youBut since your man sitting up, and you’re out here writing dicksEvidently that shit wasn’t trueWe mobbed up over here niggaYeah nigga change your address to up there niggaAnd just to be clear niggaI dare nigga, we in the same gameSee eachother airway nigga

Fuck everybody tryin’ to come while I’m C&Bif you fall under that umbrella, it’s whateverMay the Lord be with you when the hollow tips hit youYour label mates and CEO won’t cry and they forget youSign somebody else and keep it moving like the mail manCry your bitch ass, rotting in hell, damnFather forgive us, but thou shall not let any ṗretenders come against usBehead them, get the, let that leader studioWho the fuck let themWho the fuck oked that, lay ‘em down wave thatNo grease, all war, no peace, all actionNo tweetsand when you see me nigga please don’t speakJust be about all that shit you’ve been rapping boutBe a man of your word nigga carry it outFuck your raps, fuck your weapon, fuck youBe the one exposure life, I would love to motherfucker

I had a dream, it was goldenWe were children, playing heart to heartThere was a king, he sent the soldiersThey had orders to tear us apart, oh noSo we ran and we ran and theychased and they chasedBut the love that we had took us up,flew away

A better wayWe were huge, we were tall,They were weak, they were smallAnd at last we were free,we could save … whoaIt was amazingWe were invincibleTogether we’re invincibleThey can’t take you away from me

Sound the horn call the cavalryWe were invincibleTogether we’re invincibleThey can’t take you away from me, no whoaInvincible, invincible, whoaI still hear your voiceinside my head, in my headInvincible, together we’re invincible

They can’t take you away from meSound the horn call the cavalryWe were invincibleTogether we’re invincibleThey can’t take you away from me, no whoaYou have chosen me instead, instead.

Ah, look, barshit, the code that I live byFinally made it every nigga in the crib byBad bitches, every chick up in the crib byYou fucking clown, I’ll show you how to live lifeAll this hard work done paid offThis how you live when y’all don’t take no days offEyes red, studio I’m working long shiftYou beefing over her, you’re fucking with the wrong bitchHeavyReal nigga chronicalsI tell them vamonos, now they falling like dominosI’m everywhere, looking for me like tryina find a ghostShe give me brain like this hoe is on a honor rollReal shit, my life been on some ill shitSince Mo Cleavs told me nigga go and kill shitSo give me life for this shit I writeLock me upSit back and watch me maseratti pick the bodies up

…someone speak Fred FlintstoneGrind through them flint holes,With the window down with no tints onThey don’t know me like John B,Then I pulled up with John C,At the club and pop that dime pieceI’m a king, like…And man, where I go, I’m heavy…chain, and a 7Pull up in that chevy, moving d, rest in peace to…Money talking coming quick fastRide so fast … dream bout getting moneyBetter go with your bitch assI round them up, round them upBts she down to fuckThis white she see bts, she said what’s thatDown to suckYeah, let’s get it, rather snap back in that fittyDon’t matter man, wherever manI’ma represent for my cityIt’s the …open, please don’t think that I’m jokingYeah that money got it rollingKeep …when I open, yeahI fuck with shooters holler reggieAnd you don’t want these problems boyCause you’re not rolling heavy

See now these niggas is hatingAnd all these hoes they be watchingI hit my folks out in callieThey told me let’s get it poppingLet the niggas be blocking,Because they bitches be jockingKilling rappers is easy, cause most these niggas is garbageI call them sons of bitches but I blame that on they fathersNow every city them hoes, making it clap, they applaud usI hope my mama forgive me, I’m hitting somebody’s daughterThey be looking for balers, in vip with the startersShit I’m happy out here, they don’t know what to call itTime is money my nigga, why the fuck is you stallingTrading paper for plastic, shit won’t fit in my wallet2 bad bitches ass sick, call that shit a ménage usWanna roll with the bosses, see the club that I workSo spread your legs in the office, so why the fuck is we talkingMe and my nigga mistah fab grind it hard to get itNow we living every minute, and don’t know nothing differentCause bitch

[Hook]We go get it, we go get itWe go get it, we go get itWe go get it, we go get itWe go get it, we go get itWe go (we go) get it, we go (we go) get itWe go (we go) get it, we go (we go) get itWe go (we go) get it, we go (we go) get itWe go (we go) get it, we go (we go) get it

I’m hoppin out that Hummer truckI’m Louie V’d, I’m duffled upI’m on that lean, I’m double cuppedI hold that thing, I’m double topYou dumb as fuck sayin we ain’t richShe all that but she ain’t thisSip on spades, you sip on chrisI sit on suede, you sit on benchGet money, I get doughGet with it or get lowRidin, rollin my whip slowSlow mo when I tip toeOh no, the bitch back againBlackin out on them tracks againClub jumpin, we packs it inGucci bags and my stacks is inAnd I know you wanna hit itKnow we wanna get itBeat it up then steedt it upWhen I need to torch them bitchesMy team touchin’ them figglesMean muggin’ these niggasWe ain’t block the machine up and this thing fucked and we with thisWhen I feature rap it’s a beginnaBoss too, I’m the winnerI don’t know what your bitch boutBut my whole squad will go get ‘erPourin’ out that liquorYoung and up my swisherThat’s L streetz and that’s Murda MeekAnd that’s blunt a bitch and we get ‘em

[Hook]We go get it, we go get itWe go get it, we go get itWe go get it, we go get itWe go get it, we go get itWe go (we go) get it, we go (we go) get itWe go (we go) get it, we go (we go) get itWe go (we go) get it, we go (we go) get itWe go (we go) get it, we go (we go) get itWe go (we go) get it, we go (we go) get itWe go (we go) get it, we go (we go) get itWe go (we go) get it, we go (we go) get itWe go (we go) get it, we go (we go) get it.

What you know about a manicure and pedicure?Shawty, you won’t understand until your brain matureI dress Couture and you can rest assureI only fuck a bitch once, then act like I never knew herUnless the head is pure, I keep the best manureTreat every nigga like the Feds cause you’re never sureTop down in the summer timeSmelling like Bond No.9 with a foreign dimeHaters see me bend the corner in the Coupe de VilleBarbequin’ ass niggas, all y’all do is grillClaimin’ they got beef but I don’t do the ribsBut this baby .380 in my lap will shoot you through the cribYour girl treat me like a pacifier,Then I make her come first like an appetizerWhen I’m done, I smoke a sack of fireNow I’m chillin’ on the couch with my

(Hook)Feet upFeet upI get money everydayI’m chillin’ with myFeet upFeet upIn a different country everydayFrom Spain back to the A

Most niggas who get it fast, always finish lastSchool of Hard Knocks and they didn’t passNever went to college to be a business majorBut when I fly, they keep puttin’ me in business classProbably because I’m gettin’ cashI don’t know a stripper in Atlanta that I didn’t smashThese niggas hurtin’ cause they broke, put ‘em in a castWe shop at Saks Fifth, you shop at Jimmy JazzBalenciaga, Louis, Fendi, PradaSemi automatic, I don’t have too many problemsI’m in Nan’s, I’m in Houston’s, I’m in Benihana’sI be fresh as hell, even when I’m in pajamasI ain’t chillin’ in the hood, cause I ain’t with the drama“We barely see you CyHi!”, barely see my MommaI’m with the biggest artist in the world, and that’s in any genreI’m somewhere smokin’ marijuana with my

(Hook)Feet upFeet upI get money everydayI’m chillin’ with myFeet upFeet upIn a different country everydayFrom Spain back to the A

(Bridge)I’m ridin’ in my ‘Lac, just me and my .380Smokin’ somethin’ good, finna’ go and pick up this broadAnd she might be your lady, we gon’ drink and roll some kushNow I got her in my bed with her

(Hook)Feet upFeet upI get money everydayI’m chillin’ with myFeet upFeet upIn a different country everydayFrom Spain back to the A.

[Hook]We drank, we smoke, drank and we smokeWe drank, we smoke, drank and we smokeWe drank, we smoke, drank and we smokeYou can smell it on my breathYou can smell it on my clothes that weWe drank, we smoke, drank and we smokeWe drank, we smoke, drank and we smokeWe drank, we smoke, drank and we smokeYou can smell it on my breathYou can smell it on my clothes thatWe drank, we smoke, drank and we smoke

Catch me rolling us a medical,This shit it look like vegetablesI’m on that gas, call it TexacoI’m on that callie not that mexico17 in the clip, I got that plexicoRoll a blunt while I’m driving, professionalI’m so high, I think I’m extraterrestrialHey your bitch is highly accessibleShe seen my busting down the swisher sweetWith more chains on that Mr. TShe came here asked me can she hit the treeBut I nodes she came with a click of freaksShe say she 24 just …grad schoolI told her roll up, she said I’d be more than glad toShe’s on my cash so I poured her a cupThen she asked, can my girls have a glass too, cause

[Hook]We drank, we smoke, drank and we smokeWe drank, we smoke, drank and we smokeWe drank, we smoke, drank and we smokeYou can smell it on my breathYou can smell it on my clothes that weWe drank, we smoke, drank and we smokeWe drank, we smoke, drank and we smokeWe drank, we smoke, drank and we smokeYou can smell it on my breathYou can smell it on my clothes thatWe drank, we smoke, drank and we smoke

I’m highed up, light up, and I’ve been that waySince I poured that foulRoll it up and let me smoke that dojoEven though I don’t smoke no moreGrip the wheel while I sway them bothSkyscraping on 24, resort to feeling, and bring it back some moreCan’t feel my head but my eyes are lowGotta get to cloud 9, I got a couple more miles to goThey hit the weed outside, I never smelled this loud beforeGot a bitch that love to smoke and fuckWhen she take shots she done head tooWith 3 or 4 or 5 or 6 of them thangsShe give head a lot and we bangPlus my neighbors I was complainedCause I’m never sober, pissing on the …When I’m over good rate, but the yard just closerAin’t shit, I don’t give a fuckAnd I don’t give a damnThey holler at the window are you thowedI said, yes I am cause

[Hook]We drank, we smoke, drank and we smokeWe drank, we smoke, drank and we smokeWe drank, we smoke, drank and we smokeYou can smell it on my breathYou can smell it on my clothes that weWe drank, we smoke, drank and we smokeWe drank, we smoke, drank and we smokeWe drank, we smoke, drank and we smokeYou can smell it on my breathYou can smell it on my clothes thatWe drank, we smoke, drank and we smoke

Mix it up with some hydro cold onAnd I’m off to the O zone, for the wayI’m gonna pack no dough…Get the fuck out the dodge in my chargerBut I don’t need no phone cause I can’t call itBut I might need a cab to go home, cause I’m an alcoholicLick, lick, lick the stamp and send itThe address is college, 6, 6, 6, with a kiss and the envelop…Having a drink tonight, but can’t you smell itI drown myself in whiskey like a fish I try to inhale itDon’t need no … to get a 6 pack up on my stomachIt’s a goal of mine to hit the goal lineWith the …until I vomitMickey party like a white boy, wake up and regretThen relive it like you didn’t do itThe night before like you never said itMotherfuckerCatfish …never off his mojoSo you better put down that brandyLike you better off with no logRadio’s under a tree, that shady good musicNow put your straw with your cupAnd get fucked up in some just do itOr just straight off a glassBottle that’s how truths do itGot your bitches bitch on this shit2 scoops of fruit nuggets,And your 100% fluid, …chew itNow you want more, minus 2 or the 3 stoogesWe drank, we smoke, listen to me stupid

[Hook]We drank, we smoke, drank and we smokeWe drank, we smoke, drank and we smokeWe drank, we smoke, drank and we smokeYou can smell it on my breathYou can smell it on my clothes that weWe drank, we smoke, drank and we smokeWe drank, we smoke, drank and we smokeWe drank, we smoke, drank and we smokeYou can smell it on my breathYou can smell it on my clothes thatWe drank, we smoke, drank and we smoke.

[Hook]Food savers and scissors, food savers and scissorsWe use it so they can’t smell shitAnd it makes it safe to deliverI specialize in trees niggaEvery day is like ChristmasI needFood savers and scissors, food savers and scissors

Ok, these are all my accessoriesEspecially if you invest in weedAll I ever sold was marijuanaI ain’t selling nothing with a recipeI’m in the bay not just the peteSeen more trees than you’ll ever seePut a pound of kush on a nigga headIf you ever think about flexing meFood savers and scissors, 2 flavors I give youGot grand daddy, got og,You can use papers or swishersGet a bag, fill it up, cut the top then get seal it upAll my partners got rich off,But they all worth a quarter mill in …I don’t know no nigga that’s real as usI bought a house I’m dealing budI can’t believe it ain’t legal yetBut I’ma sell it since it’s still a drugThey call me side young cause everybody know I’m pitchingYou can tell when you walk inside my kitchenAll you see is

[Hook]Food savers and scissors, food savers and scissorsWe use it so they can’t smell shitAnd it makes it safe to deliverI specialize in trees niggaEvery day is like ChristmasI needFood savers and scissors, food savers and scissors

I’m the man with the oz’s, my plug call me wizardSure I got some purp and I got some killaTo you it smell like gas but to me it smell like vanillaAnd all my bud light, cause I don’t fuck with millaNot liquor, Reggie, I keep a bag of them digitsIf you take a peak of his last nameI’m into grass like TeddyI … like spaghetti, get the money out the ass I got a wedgieWhy you mad? I don’t owe you jack son, that’s JessieI got a 6 pack in my chevy, that’s what I call a muscle carI ain’t talking bout dope Shawty, when I say that I hustle hardJust the other day I sent my girl to the targetFor some tissue and some soap for our apartmentPlus I need some

[Hook]Food savers and scissors, food savers and scissorsWe use it so they can’t smell shitAnd it makes it safe to deliverI specialize in trees niggaEvery day is like ChristmasI needFood savers and scissors, food savers and scissors

Grow up nigga but I’m feel thoughSiroc boy with a little endo10 racks, hunned shows 1 millMixtape on billboard, fuck my deal… a little weed out of oxy pillsCome on…but my lips are sealed…Bang your top before they bang your gavelGrenade in the mouth for the nigga that…Rock to the tools…sold everythingCrack cocaine and pussy…full of dope…quite a few pounds, she can feel the hummerCall me puff daddy lil bitch I’m flashingGrand daddy kush man I love my gramsFuck ball …but I’m going hamVietnam, tax all niggas, fuck uncle sam…

[Hook]Food savers and scissors, food savers and scissorsWe use it so they can’t smell shitAnd it makes it safe to deliverI specialize in trees niggaEvery day is like ChristmasI needFood savers and scissors, food savers and scissors.

Let’s get me this platformAnd watch her do it like me prosperNo … I’m talking, remi OscarsBear witness of your black raps…Sucker, can’t beat us, join usHear me access, and I produce my assetsPoint blank periodOh it ain’t over, just had to clear my throatAh, and here I go

But they sent me back, mr Johnson was left thereSitting on my step with a napoleon syndrome nowRoll the stones, …and your main sex symbolHere comes the state … here I go, hit them macYes, I got you zoo,Just let me find my bounce on this jointLet me find my bounce

Ah, y’all begins is …They ain’t throwing it on chris jeans and butt nutsI get the chocolate tape or I touch it upCarnation on my lapellePocket square, botower, …That’s it in the court room…And he got angel, whacked in the showerPour 2 ounces, I’m back with the sourMoney and respect, then comes the powerI still listen to the lotsThe rest of y’all could eat…face a few other I fuck withThe rest of y’all whack, rats and …

You can make it if you tryYou can make it if you tryYeah, yeah, that’s how we do itStart tap dancing on these…

Asp click, white t chrisSpike lee kick with a nice sweet, sweetDrop miles and Philippines to the whipLv’s and double g’s on my fitPlenty y’all, you fuck with usWe mash out like mop…And he up, kidnap that foolAnd he up, chris shot that foolSimple Sigel, philly freezer, warrup

Spilling pink drink on me make my mic stinkPull that thing, thing, sipping down my jean sceneChain gang in your system like …spitting on these lame brings…get out the lane lil main before this thing bangI grew up small time, dope game, cocainePop a mac on the block I make it go ringDrop it back and then get rid of the whole thing… chain game, …wasn’t do it a thingWe be bubbig out Dublin, Englad,Kingdom of Saudi Arabia to GreenlandTalk about the …just a freezer, get your cheese up

You can make it if you tryYou can make it if you tryYou can make it if you tryYou can make it if you try.